The jealous look of Uncle Nine Emperors is really terrifying, and his murderous intent is not false.
Even Yu Jingfeng felt this murderous aura and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and explained quickly.
"Your Majesty, my subordinate has absolutely no affair with Miss Jiu'er. In fact, after analyzing Miss Jiu'er's behavior just now, I feel that she was frightened and her brain was broken."
"You..." Feng Jiuer really wanted to kick him away!
After all, she really wanted him to live, but he actually said that her brain was broken!
"Get lost!" Zhan Qingcheng's eyes darkened.
"Yes, subordinate, get out now!" Yu Jingfeng glanced at Feng Jiu'er, gave her a self-seeking look, turned around and left.
The Ninth Prince usually doesn't like to get angry, but once he gets angry, his power is super terrifying.
Therefore, he had better get out of here quickly. As for Feng Jiuer... forget it, everyone has their own destiny, bye!
Such an unscrupulous scumbag, what did she want to do to protect him just now? Feng Jiuer felt so regretful that her intestines were almost green.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I actually just... um! Uncle Nine Emperors, please be gentle! Ah... be gentle, it hurts..."
In the middle of the night, the girl's low voice is really thought-provoking.
But if you look carefully, you will definitely find that their pictures have nothing to do with ambiguity at all.
I saw a stunning man in white clothes sitting on a horse and galloping all the way.
As for the woman in his arms - well, lying on his lap, she could barely be considered in his arms.
Because of the bumps along the way and because the man's legs were so hard, like steel, she was so uncomfortable that she died.
Finally, I hugged Uncle Jiuhuang's always sexy waist and forced myself to sit up on his lap.
Burying her face in his chest to avoid the strong wind along the way, Feng Jiuer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy looks like a god, but in fact, he is a violent maniac.
I bumped a few times just now and my chest hurts so much. Don’t you know that this place is delicate?
Wuwuwu, the bad guy, I don’t know if he has been squashed, wu...
Finally, when Feng Jiuer was about to faint from the strong wind, the Nine Princes' Mansion arrived.
When dismounting, Feng Jiuer still hugged Uncle Jiuhuang's waist tightly, as if her whole body was hanging on him.
The servants and guards below were all dumbfounded and their eyes were opened.
Isn't this girl too shameless?
No matter how handsome their prince is and how charming he is, he can't keep hugging her so shamelessly!
Miss Ninth of the Feng family is stupid and shameless! I just wonder why Prince Ninth didn't slap her away.
"Well..." It wasn't until her legs regained some strength that Feng Jiuer let out a deep breath and hurriedly let go of her waist.
In fact, she was riding a horse so fast just now that her legs... were numb.
If he hadn't been holding him, he would have fallen down and become a dog chewing on the dirt.
But...Nine Princes' Mansion?
She looked around and couldn't help but sigh, she was in this place again.
"Take her to bathe and change clothes." After Feng Jiu'er was willing to let go of her, Zhan Qingcheng immediately took a long step and walked to the bedroom.
"Yes." The two maids came over immediately and helped Jiu'er towards the bedroom, "Miss Jiu'er, please."
"How come you...haven't seen me before?"
"The slaves are specially here to serve Miss Jiu'er." The two of them smiled and helped Jiu'er through the door, and someone immediately brought the bathing soup.
Uncle Nine Emperors didn't know which bedroom he went to, but this was clearly his room.
A maid smiled and said: "Miss Jiu'er, the prince will be back soon. Please wash up quickly and wait for the prince."
